"Well, Mr. Motes, I see you’ve come home! I knew you’d come back. I know you like it here and wouldn’t want to leave and you’re a sick man and need someone to take care of you as well as being blind. I been thinking, and see there’s only one thing to do. Get married. I wouldn’t do it under any ordinary condition but I would do it for a blind man and a sick one.

The world is an empty place. Nobody to care if you live or die but me. Any way you like, upstairs or down... or if you want to go on somewhere, we’ll both go."